The Merry Day
Marie Irish
Mother Nature robes herself
In her snowy gown of white,
Father Winter scatters frost
That glistens with a sparkling light.
Old December lags along
With reluctant footsteps slow,
Until Miss Christmas comes at last,
With the jolliest hours we know.
Santa Claus, the bountiful,
Helps her in his lavish way -
December, Christmas, Santa Claus,
O, what a merry, merry day!